Whack-A-Mole Month

Seeing problems arise and feeling like you’re playing whack-a-mole? I sure am!

Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Maybe it’s because I moved this month. Maybe it’s because some fundamental changes have been happening. Maybe it’s because I’m looking for work. Maybe it’s because the greatest plans of men and mice often go astray. Whatever it is, this month has been a whack-a-mole month for me.

I keep thinking I’ve pinned down a problem and it just pops right back up with three more right after. The term “rat race” is one I’m familiar with, but this whack-a-mole life is even more exhausting.

At my new home, it’s been one thing wrong after another. I learned new ways to negotiate difficult conversations. I learned about tenant rights and that the law is on my side for my health and safety. Unpacking is taking work. Getting used to the new environment, landlord, and neighbors is taking work. I think we are challenging one another. Maybe we are all playing whack-a-mole and the more times I push a problem down the higher my score will be at the end – whatever that is.

Beyond that, I’ve been a little stretched in my career as well. Challenges keep arising and I think I overcome them, only to find three more surface immediately after. This month particularly was one I had opened up to new possibilities coming into fruition. So far, I am still grinding away at beginnings and hustling for more opportunities.

I guess in the way of community and friendships I have the most abundance and gratitude. In this particular whack-a-mole game, I have a supportive team of close friends crowded around me and cheering me on. Some of them are having a whack-a-mole time too, so we take turns tagging in as support. Honestly, I couldn’t ask for better cheerleaders and confidantes right now. You know who you are.

This whack-a-mole month has been a rough one, but we can be there for each other. The scoreboard doesn’t have to reflect all the hard work we do. But we know. We are knocking down challenges whatever direction they come at us from. We got this.

The only way to opt out of this whack-a-mole game is to quit. And I’m not giving up. Although, I think I would have liked to get to choose a different game. Yahtzee was always a favorite of mine as a kid. Now I’m a full on D&D nerd. Just goes to show that I’m much more of a dice roller than a mole bopper.